Chapter 47
Quintessa shot Tyrone a disdainful glance, “If it weren't for your fancy title and deep. pockets, I'dseriously consider kicking you where it would end your family line.”
She meant every word. In fact, Quintessa had entertained the thought of kicking Tyrone to
death.
Her dress hung loose around her frame, the zipper undone in the back, offering little to no coveragefor her upper body. Her exposed skin, as white as alabaster, was almost completely revealed toTyrone.
The sight before him was undeniably tempting, the kind that could lure any man into sin.
He remembered how Quintessa had called her assistant over to help with her dress, and it had lit afire in his chest. Hearing her spiteful words now, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a suddenmove, his head dipped, and he bit the skin on her chest.
“End my line, huh? You're vicious! Dare to mention how many men you've been with again, and I'llmake sure you never lay eyes on another man.”
Quintessa winced, sucking in a breath through her teeth, “Oh please, as if you're not one of them?”Tyrone felt his own anger spike, “Quintessa, you really are too much, aren't you? Letting a manundress you?”
She just laughed, “And what's wrong with that? It's not like you haven't undressed met before. I'dadvise you to be a bit more gentle, Mr. York. Wouldn't want to burst my saline implants, now wouldwe?"
She had known all along it was Tyrone who had entered the room, pretending not to
Just for the fun of it. She knew exactly how to pique his interest, always keeping him on the edge,never letting him have what he wanted.
Tyrone released the tender flesh from his mouth, unable to bring himself to bite as cruelly as shehad done earlier. A red mark would no doubt remain for a couple of days.
He hooked a finger under Quintessa’s chin, gazing at her lips, “You really do have a fiery temper.”Quintessa put on an air of indifference, “Do you want something else?”
“I do want something.”
“Then spit it out and get out.”
He locked eyes with her and with you.”
red two words “ei-
Quintessa laughed, her hand replaceing its way around Tyrone’s neck, her lips close to his ear. She saidslowly, “Sorry, I'm just not interested in sleeping with you anymore.”
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His body pressed down upon her with force, “Do you really think you have a say in this?”Quintessa’s back was against the cold wall, discomfort creeping over her.
She didn't bother to look at Tyrone, instead staring at the ceiling light, “No, I don't. After all, you'reTyrone York, heir to the York family. Who could you possibly not bed? But here's the thing-my noseis packed with silicone, my face is full of hyaluronic acid, and my chest is fake. I'm hardly your type,Mr. York. Wouldn't it be beneath you?”
With a flick of his finger, Tyrone let her dress fall from her arm, “Today, I'm exactly in the mood forsilicone, saline and hyaluronic acid.”
Suddenly, a wave of irritation washed over her, and glaring at Tyrone, she cussed out throughgritted teeth, “Are you sick in the head, Tyrone? I'm not in the mood for your games, so back off.”Tyrone's gaze turned gradually fierce, “Back off?”
She was the one who started this, and now he was the one at fault? His temper flared, and hegripped her waist tightly, lifting her dress
Quintessa felt a hint of fear, pushing at him, “Don’t you dare.”
He didn't listen. With a rip, the dress tore open. Tyrone had made up his mind to have his way withher, right then and there
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